Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Just as Hermione left for a short while, another student came to Sherlock's office.

The student Hermione knew, his name was Colin Creevey, who was a freshman in Gryffindor this year, and at the same time adored Harry madly. .

"Can I take a picture with you, Professor? I'm going to show my parents when I get home for Christmas, and they've been wondering what this school of witchcraft looks like since I've been in Hogwarts, My brother Dennis also wanted to know where I was studying and living, so I took pictures of the castle and took pictures with my teachers and friends, intending to introduce them to it."

Colin pleaded with Sherlock with the camera in his hand.

Sherlock stopped his work, of course he would not refuse such a filial act, and even had a good impression of the boy because of it.

"Okay," he agreed.

Colin stood beside him very happily, his shoulders were just flush with Sherlock sitting on the chair, and then pointed the camera at himself, and pressed the shutter button with a smile on his face.

"Thank you Professor, I have collected almost all the professors' photos, only Professor Snape is left. I plan to go to him tomorrow, and I hope he can agree."

Sherlock felt his hope was slim, and he really didn't think Snape would agree to take a photo with anyone.

"Then good luck tomorrow."

"Goodbye professor."

Waiting for Colin to leave at the door, Hermione walked into Sherlock's office with a hesitant look.

Sherlock looked at Hermione who came in empty-handed, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"What happened, Miss Granger? Where's my book?"

Hermione tried her best to look nervous, but she didn't even need to appear nervous enough.

she stammered.

"Yes, I'm sorry, Professor Forrest, you borrowed me a note that I kept in my pocket, but it disappeared when I got to the library, maybe it was lost on the way."

"lost?"

Sherlock looked at her and asked again.

"Yes, yes, Professor, I'm sorry, but I was really careless, and I don't know when..."

Hermione hurriedly explained, but Sherlock interrupted her with a half-smile.

"It's okay, Miss Granger, it's just a slip of paper. I believe that even if someone picks it up, it won't do anything bad with it, right?"

Hermione was so nervous now that even in the December weather, her forehead was starting to sweat.

With her intelligence, she must have heard what Sherlock had guessed, but she continued to bite the bullet.

"There are no professors who do bad things."

Sherlock didn't continue to embarrass him, he took out a piece of parchment again, wrote a second loan note, and handed it to Hermione.

"This note won't be lost again, will it?"

Hermione assured immediately.

"I swear I'll have the book in your hands in ten minutes!"

"Go."

After hearing Sherlock's words, Hermione ran out of the office with the loan slip, and Harry and Ron were waiting for her at the corner of the corridor and stairs.

"How is it? Has Professor Forrest found it?"

Hermione's face was heavy: "Although the professor didn't say it explicitly, I think he has already found out that we have done something with his loan slip."

"He didn't ask you why?" Ron asked nervously.

"No, he wrote me a new book loan note and asked me to borrow books from the library. You wait for me first, and I'll help the professor to borrow the book back and then find you."

Hermione ran fast all the way to the library,

After borrowing the book, I returned it to Sherlock, and then met Harry Ron again.

"At least it turned out good."

Harry saw that Hermione was in a bad mood, and comforted him.

Hermione shook her head and said reproachfully.

"Professor Forrest is such a good teacher, but I deceived him."

Ron helped her find an excuse.

"We're here for Hogwarts too."

"After investigating Malfoy, we're going to apologize to Professor Forrest." Hermione said firmly, "Whether it's Malfoy or not, we should apologize to Professor Forrest."

"We do have to apologize to the professor," Harry said.

Ron looked at them and finally sighed.

"Well, since you have decided, then I will listen to you."

Hermione turned to look at Harry dissatisfiedly.

"You still doubted Professor Forrest because he wished Justin. I just heard Professor Forrest wishing Colin good luck tomorrow. Let's see what Colin will meet tomorrow. Nothing will happen."

Harry scratched his head in embarrassment, and now he feels that his suspicions were outrageous, and Professor Forrest was not the culprit behind the scenes anyway.

"Cough cough, then when will we borrow the book from the library?" he changed the subject.

"Tomorrow afternoon, we can't take two professor's notes to Mrs. Pince to borrow books in a short time. She will find the problem."

The day passed quickly.

The next afternoon, after lunch, the three of them gathered at the entrance of the auditorium, Harry Ron and Hermione.

"Go and borrow the book now, and then go to class," said Hermione.

They walked to the library together, and then Harry handed the loan slip to Mrs. Pince, and finally got the "Strong Potion" they needed.

The process in between was very smooth.

Together, they came to an abandoned girls' bathroom on the first floor, where they hid and found the formula for the compound decoction from a book.

The trouble is, in the formula of the potion, there are several materials that they do not have and cannot find.

Ron looked frustrated.

"This is how to do?"

Hermione pursed her lips: "We've come to this point, we can't give up. These materials must be there in Snape!"

Harry's eyes widened, he understood what Hermione meant.

"Snape isn't like Professor Forrest!"

"Then we just give up?" Hermione asked rhetorically.

Harry and Ron looked at each other and finally gritted their teeth.

"Done! The last class of the day is Potions, and we'll prepare at that time!"

The three reached an agreement. They walked out of the bathroom and were about to go to the classroom when they suddenly found a big movement in the corridor in front.

They gathered curiously and found out that another attack happened!

And the victim who was petrified was Colin Creevey!

The three of them were all stunned in place as if they had been petrified, their eyes full of shock and disbelief.